This morning, while watching cartoons in our bed, Audrey pushed the comforter onto the floor. The top sheet soon followed. Next she removed her pajamas and shoved them into the space between my bedside table and the bed.
How long she stood there naked watching TV, I can’t say. I was in the next room trying to get the words right for Matt’s Valentine’s Day card. At some point though, her eyes wondered to the top of my table where Matt had left one of his cock rings sitting out. Some night-before bedroom-reorganization resulted in it being left out and forgotten. It’s silver and looks kind of like a crown with a single very high point that stretches up and is meant to stimulate a point lower down. Audrey had picked it up and put it onto her wrist just as we entered the room. She put her arm forward to show us, and announced “look at my new bracelet!”
She looked like a naked 4-year-old Wonder Woman, back on her home island, wearing her bullet-proof bracelet, waiting for the military men to arrive with the guns to expose a new use for what had previously been only pretty jewelry.
“I think Audrey has found a new use for your cock ring,” I said.
“Don’t say ‘cock ring’ in front of her,” Matt replied.
